Yeah, right. I mean it’s nice to get something done once in a while but it’s not the stuff of dreams. I finally got the live webcam stream onto Youtube with the Payphone Radio playing 24/7. I now have the ability to use an improved webcam for this. That will be my next project. I can also multicast to other outlets like Twitch, Kick, and others. Welcome to 2020. Getting the Radio audio involved a somewhat crazy hack involving virtual audio cables. Those used to confuse the f out of me but now it’s second nature.
I added another flourish to my Jack Welch fantasy. I run hot water with the drain closed for a few minutes, then release the drain and let it empty. This way, when I sit upon the bathtub floor, my butt is not shocked by the cold, heartless surface. Instead I sit upon a room-temperature, welcoming surface that feels like my butt is being held gently by the hands of a porcelain goddess.
The other flourish involves another heating-up ritual. I hold the bottle of face wash under the hot flow of water from the shower head, sometimes nuzzling the bottle in my crotch for better coverage. Heating the bottle takes some time but I do it in combination with other showerly routines. The beauty of it is that when I splay the lotion upon my face there is no shock of coldness that occurs normally because the shower, located next to a drafty window and in an apartment that gets only episodic heat in the winter, becomes as cold as if it had been stored in a refrigerator. THe same condition affects the shampoo, which actually becomes a bit more viscous and hard to pour because of the cold. That matter is not really a problem but to live the Jack Welch life, where every detail of my bathroom arrangements, down to the quantity of toilet paper and Q-Tips, are taken care of by serf-like slaves whose presence I never encounter.
Of course there are no serfs in my fantasy. I do all the arrangements. I make sure the towel is hung low enough from the shower curtain rod so that I can reach for it and obtain it without standing or any uncomfortable lurching. Everything is within arms reach. I even recently added a phone charger cable. This was an issue that involved procuring an extra long cable. Very complicated. Uh-huh.
My shower is my happy space. I was happier still today and yesterday to encounter a woman who likes when I send her still photos from my daily ablution. She has sent me similar photos of her bath-time. Her photos are more aestehtically intentioned but I think mine possess a certain rugged beauty. Today she asked if I was taking pictures of a reflection. I explained that it’s a live camera that I can also control with my phone to take still photos. The videos, I explained, are my Secret Library. I imagine, somewhat facetiously but still with some forensic intent, that researchers would be interesyed in how a person actually showers and bathes and cleanses themself. Research, if you can call it that, into daily ablutions, entails little ore than interviews, which likely skip much of the unsavory or embarrassing aspects. ctual video of a person bathing could contribute to real research into this secret ritual. I have more to say about this but not at this time.
